Salvation Ghost の小説・ストーリー

I saw my mate walk over to Klaus and then reach out and stroke his cheek. "I'm not leaving you alive, Klaus, because of you..." Strïth explained, his voice more velvety. "But yes, because of your spiritual part. Know that Ghost saved your life... More than once, I assure you." I notice a small greenish glow under Klaus's skin as Strïth strokes his face. This glow quickly disappears, but it is still there. I see that Ghost has taken over. "Don't mistake my desire to protect and be close to my mate for weakness." Ghost said.

A waiter gasped in horror and covered his mouth. “Oh my God, there’s so much blood! Is she… having a miscarriage?” Lucy looked at the blood underneath her and wailed. “My baby! You’ve killed my baby! You killed our child for the sake of those two wretches!” Murray’s face flushed in panic. He quickly turned to explain to me. “I swear, it’s not mine! I used protection every single time! There’s no way she got pregnant by me. It has to be Craig! I saw him forget once!”

They were solid orbs of white light. "Steady!" Malachi shouted over the roar of the energy. Sloane felt the amber fire lashing out at him. It scorched his shirt. It bit into his chest like needles. He did not let go. He looked down into Elena's eyes and saw the raw terror of a girl who had been told she was sick for twenty-four years. She had no idea she was a goddess being born to purge the world. "Stay with me, Savior." His voice was a rasp, his muscles bulging as he fought to keep her down. "Fight it."

As the music picked up, I let the rhythm take over, my body moving freely, each step shaking off the burdens of the day. Dancing there, with the fire crackling in the background and the stars watching silently from above, I felt a momentary escape from the complexities of my return home. Here, I was just Sky—the girl who could dance away her sorrows and charm the moon. The night air, filled with the scent of pine and the occasional pop and hiss of the fire, seemed to cleanse the weight of earlier revelations. Under the vast, starlit sky, I could breathe, laugh, and, for a brief moment, hope that maybe everything could still turn out alright. Here, it was just me, the music, and the night—exa

It’s like she can hear her uncle’s demonic laugh in the background, laughing at her for getting caught again after all she’d been through. ‘You think you can get away from me?’ Amore heard her uncle’s voice inside her head like he’s just beside her. “No… get away from me!” Amore shouted, trembling. ‘Thee’s no one here who can save you, Amore. You will be back to my hands again…’ “No, I won’t get back to that hell of a place again!” Amore shouted again as she presses her palmon her ears, thinking she can’t hear that voice again.

Scar’s weak, terrified voice echoed from the darkness. Ghost’s heart sank. “Scar...” Scar blinked, eyes widening in disbelief. “Gh... Ghost...” Ghost rushed to the cage, pulling at the gate. “Even the devil can’t catch me.” “Oh my God! It’s really you, Ghost!” Scar rambled in disbelief. “You’re here! You’re alive! Those bastards couldn’t get to you.” Ghost grinned widely, continuing to fumble with the gate. “The key, the key is with the ugly...”

Angels descended from the heavens, lending their celestial powers to heal the wounds inflicted upon the tormented souls. Powerful spirits from the realm of the afterlife offered their guidance and wisdom, bringing solace to the lost. Edna, Marcus, and Derek became the leaders of this collective effort, their triumvirate of strength and compassion guiding the way. They formed a council with Lilith, comprising beings from various realms, united by a singular purpose—to bring salvation to the forgotten souls of Hell. Together, they organized rescue missions, venturing into the darkest corners to free those ensnared by the clutches of eternal torment.